And before you answer, believe me, I KNOW it can get worse. Here is how my night went:
We (meaning Bryce, Piper and I) were out to dinner with Cliff at our favorite Sushi/Hawaiian BBQ place. Piper was eating some left-over macaroni and cheese with turkey. She has a cold and has been coughing with a runny nose for a bit now and last night was no exception.
She started coughing and coughed SO HARD that she threw up. All. Over. The. Place. D-I-S-G-U-S-T-I-N-G.
We had barely started our meal and our car was in the shop (we rode over with Cliff), so I cleaned her up, Bryce cleaned up the rest and we finished our meal. Oh man did she stink. Yuck. And you know pregnant noses...it was gross.
So we get home and I give Piper a bath. She was doing her normal stand up, sit down routine. I just turned to tell her to sit down again when I noticed she had pooped in the tub. (This will become TMI for those who get grossed out easily.)
It wasn't exactly turds. There were two little 'turd-lets' floating around. Everything else had disintegrated. Ai yi yi. I took her out of the tub and started draining it and washing off her toys. At this point, I didn't care if she peed on the carpet (which she has done before).
I fish out the two turd-lets with some toilet paper (again, ew) and look over.
Piper pooped on the carpet. Not once, but twice. Two little piles. Sigh. Could it get any worse?
No, it didn't, thank goodness. But all I did was stand there and think, "Oh my gosh. This is being a mom for sure." And it is. And yes, I know, it can and WILL get worse.
We (meaning Bryce, Piper and I) were out to dinner with Cliff at our favorite Sushi/Hawaiian BBQ place. Piper was eating some left-over macaroni and cheese with turkey. She has a cold and has been coughing with a runny nose for a bit now and last night was no exception.
She started coughing and coughed SO HARD that she threw up. All. Over. The. Place. D-I-S-G-U-S-T-I-N-G.
We had barely started our meal and our car was in the shop (we rode over with Cliff), so I cleaned her up, Bryce cleaned up the rest and we finished our meal. Oh man did she stink. Yuck. And you know pregnant noses...it was gross.
So we get home and I give Piper a bath. She was doing her normal stand up, sit down routine. I just turned to tell her to sit down again when I noticed she had pooped in the tub. (This will become TMI for those who get grossed out easily.)
It wasn't exactly turds. There were two little 'turd-lets' floating around. Everything else had disintegrated. Ai yi yi. I took her out of the tub and started draining it and washing off her toys. At this point, I didn't care if she peed on the carpet (which she has done before).
I fish out the two turd-lets with some toilet paper (again, ew) and look over.
Piper pooped on the carpet. Not once, but twice. Two little piles. Sigh. Could it get any worse?
No, it didn't, thank goodness. But all I did was stand there and think, "Oh my gosh. This is being a mom for sure." And it is. And yes, I know, it can and WILL get worse.